How to file a resignation with Gin

In the men's locker room of Didan High School, several teenagers chatted aimlessly while changing clothes.

"That guy Hirano is very proud, and he told me before that 'sitting next to someone who doesn't seek to make progress like you will affect my study', 'I am afraid that your low IQ will affect me', which is quite irritating. ..."

"It's disgusting. Could it be that this guy is very smart? Or is arrogance actually a common problem of geniuses?"

"There is no such thing. Hojo, who is always the first in the grade, has a very good temper. You don't know, he is as smart as a monster, but he has no airs at all..."

"really?"

"Yes... Speaking of which, Kudo, is Hojo-san on good terms with you?"

Kudo Shinichi, whose name was called, was putting football socks on his calves. Hearing this, he raised his head: "What? Are you talking about Natsuki?"

"Well. Is he in a good temper?"

"Pretty well. I've never seen him angry."

"Not arrogant at all."

"Well..." Kudo Shinichi put on his shoes, picked up the football with his feet, bumped it twice, and said with a smile, "Are you asking this on behalf of a girl? Xia Shu said that he won't fall in love in high school, give up fantasy Bar."

The boy who asked the question, that is, the teammate of the football team, Iwai, denied it naturally: "Of course not, I'm just curious, he is so mysterious."

Kudo Shinichi raised his eyebrows: "Where is the mystery?"

Iwai said in detail: "Since entering school, he has always been the first in his grade. He has not participated in any club activities. He is good-looking and very popular with girls... so cool. No one knows what he usually does."

Kudo Shinichi: "...not participating in club activities, just because he doesn't like to join in the fun."

In addition, there are no sports cells, and Didan High School mainly focuses on sports clubs and handcraft clubs.

Teammate: "Student Hojo still has heart disease. I heard that it is because of this that he is not in physical education class. I have never seen him on the playground."

Kudo Shinichi: "...uh."

No!Natsuki Hojo doesn't have it at all!He really is just lazy!

Fearing that he couldn't help but expose his friend, Kudo Shinichi wisely chose to change the subject, pushed open the door of the locker room with one hand, and said, "The coach is waiting outside, let's hurry up."

"Hojo-san..."

Kudo Shinichi joked: "Iwai, if you keep mentioning him so persistently, I will feel that you have other thoughts about him."

He took a few steps outside, turned around and wanted to urge his teammates, but found that Iwai's wheat-colored skin was showing a strange pink, and his face suddenly realized.

Kudo Shinichi: "..."

Iwai: "I might actually have..."

Kudo Shinichi said coldly: "No, you didn't."

……

And the protagonist Natsuki Hojo, who has no idea about the topic, is worrying about a simple question at the moment: What are we going to eat tonight?

He was wandering the streets with his handbag in his hand, wondering whether to eat sushi, ramen or donburi?It was really difficult to make a choice, so I wandered for a kilometer without hesitation.

Hojo Natsuki took out a coin, pinned it to his fingertips, and tossed it into the sky. The coin rolled around and fell back into his palm.

As the saying goes, when you toss a coin, you already have the answer in your heart, and Natsuki Hojo is no exception.

He wanted to eat buttered potatoes, but he didn't dare.

When I was buying buttered potatoes yesterday, a silver-haired man walked across the street, nearly 1.9 meters tall, with cold green eyes and a sense of oppression.

The other party stared at him, like a cat looking at its prey, with chilling eyes.

Hojo Natsuki was convinced that he had never seen this person before, and in the first 17 years of his relatively simple and ordinary life, he had never messed with such a horrible guy who looked like he had killed hundreds of people.

He felt uncomfortable from being stared at, his legs trembled, and he wanted to run away.

But he dared not.

Xia Shu pretended to be quite calm and calm, but he was already crying in his heart, thinking that if he gave the buttered potatoes he just got to that person, would he be able to save his life?

He walked a few steps in the direction of home. The guy with scary eyes had no intention of catching up, and quickly looked away. The murderous look just now seemed to be an illusion.

However, Natsuki Hojo always felt that the silver-haired man was quietly looking at him from a distance.

He didn't even dare to go straight home, so he took a few detours to hide it, and kept looking back to see if anyone was following him—no, but the lingering feeling of being watched made dinner tasteless.

With just one glance, the radar of the small animal facing the natural enemy beeped wildly. Natsuki Hojo was frightened and decided on the spot that he would not go to that street again for two months.

So, despite the craving for buttery potatoes right now, he'll do his best to hold back.

Or ramen, close to home...

Hojo Natsuki thought so, turned around and walked towards China Street. Just a few steps past the plaque, a roadside vendor suddenly called him.

"Hey, the black-haired guy with the backpack."

That man set up a fortune-telling booth, but he was not dressed in a smart way. He was very young and had a very good appearance, with a pair of iris-colored pupils on his clear and handsome face.

Perhaps it was because of his good looks that there were girls in twos and threes around the stall.The young magic stick was originally chatting with them, coaxing the girls to smile, but when Hojo Natsuki passed by, he precisely stopped him.

"Fortune telling? It's free," he said.

Hojo Natsuki pointed to himself: "Me?"

"Yes." The young man with Yuanyan nodded, "I am destined to be with you, only you are free, do you want it?"

Hearing the word 'free', Hojo Natsuki was not moved at all, but he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the person in front of him, so he hesitated for a few seconds before walking over.

The young man asked him to stretch out his hand, looked at the palmistry for a while, and said, "You are guilty of peach blossoms."

Xia Shu was puzzled: "?"

He continued: "Keep away from silver-haired people, or bad luck will come your way."

Xia Shu: "..."

Xia Shu: "!!"

Thinking of the silver-haired man who had met once on the street, his eyes sharpened.

Xia Shu asked: "How?"

The young man said leisurely: "It's literally, otherwise you will be at your own risk, maybe you will die."

Natsuki Hojo: "..."

Damn, this magic stick really has a few brushes.

He realized that maybe he shouldn't continue asking, and usually this kind of link is followed by the promotion of blessing kits or blessings, so he held back and responded in a neutral manner.

Seeing that his reaction was flat, the young man didn't say much, and looked at him with his chin propped up, his eyes gentle.

It seems that I am going to go far away, and maybe I will not come back for many, many years, so I will visit my old friends before leaving.

This sense of déjà vu was too strong, Natsuki Hojo asked in confusion: "...Have you and I met before?"

The young man with kite eyes put away the gentle and calm look on his face, and instantly turned into a frown in disgust. He rubbed his arms as if he couldn't stand it: "The way to strike up a conversation is so poor. I'm allergic to men. Go away."

Natsuki Hojo: "?"

Hojo Natsuki realized he had misunderstood, and explained, "Wait, I didn't mean that, I'm not gay..."

The young man was perfunctory: "Well, yes, please go."

Xia Shu: "..."

...This man must be sick!

Hojo Natsuki left with a puzzled face, went to eat a bowl of ramen, and then walked slowly back to the apartment.

The upper and lower floors of the apartment are connected, and it is nearly [-] square meters. It stands to reason that it is too big for a person, but Hojo Natsuki is considering changing to a bigger house recently.

People live in the upper floor, and computers and his precious inventions are placed in the lower floor, which is a bit overwhelming now.

He picked up the car keys and went out again.

Hojo Natsuki has never met his parents, but the couple left a fund and a few houses for him. The money is not too much, at least they can guarantee living expenses and tuition fees.

The Hojo couple worked in the research institute, and their friends during their lifetime were also Kochi, including a fat and kind inventor, Dr. Ali.

A few years ago, Xia Shu went to study abroad under the arrangement of his parents and friends. Later, he felt that it was not interesting, so he resolutely dropped out of school and returned to China, wanting to be a freelance inventor.

Dr. Ali expressed concern for him and asked if he needed help.Hojo Natsuki has a good impression of this inventor who also has a powerful and unconstrained thinking, so he admits that he doesn't want to go to school anymore and is going to work as a freelancer directly.

"But in this way, you will have no social circle and gradually lose your social skills." Dr. A Li said worriedly, and suggested, "Why don't you go to a nearby high school? Anyway, the schoolwork is quite simple, and the management is very loose..."

Hojo Natsuki refused on the spot, but later, under the nagging of Dr. A Li, he honestly went to Teidan High School to report.

High school life is more interesting than foreign university life, because the teachers turn a blind eye to him when they see his good grades, and let him do his own thing in class as long as he doesn't make a lot of noise.

Mihua Town is quiet and peaceful, and the law and order can't be called excellent, but it can be regarded as a small oriental Gotham. The police here are dealing with weird murder cases every day, so there are inevitably some omissions in other aspects.

Natsuki Hojo was the fish that slipped through the net. He started secretly driving a motor vehicle at the age of 16 and has not been found so far.

He turned the car key and drove towards the intersection.

There is a lush green belt at the entrance of the community, full of vitality. Just as Xia Shu was about to speed up, a silver shell suddenly rushed out of the bushes and rushed straight to the front of the car. It seemed to be a small animal.

"Boom."

There was a dull bang, as if it had been hit.

Natsuki Hojo braked immediately, unbuckled his seat belt, and found a big silver-haired cat lying in front of the car.

It should be a stray cat, long-haired and shaggy, but very beautiful, maybe a breed cat that was abandoned by the owner.

It raised its eyelids and called out very weakly: "Mi."

The tail flicked listlessly twice.

I don't know where the injury is, take it to the pet hospital to have a look.

Hojo Natsuki sighed, picked up the cat, put it on the passenger seat, and then called the agent to tell him that the appointment to see the house tonight was cancelled.

The silver-haired cat lay quietly on the seat, its emerald eyes staring at Hojo Natsuki for a moment.

For cats, which are easily stimulated and frightened, this is a bit abnormal. Natsuki blamed it on the fact that it may have suffered internal injuries, so it has no strength to struggle.

"I'm sorry." He comforted the cat verbally, "I'll take you to the hospital right away."

There was no parking space near the pet hospital, so Hojo Natsuki had no choice but to drive to the nearest shopping mall parking garage and walk there with the cat in his arms.

The cat was so well-behaved that it was unreasonable, it stayed in his arms docilely, and stretched out its paws to gently step on his clothes pocket.

...but it's really heavy!It must be twenty catties!Why can a stray cat be so fat!

When Hojo Natsuki took the cat to the pet hospital, he was almost exhausted.

A full set of cat checkups is very expensive. After swiping his card and looking at the bill, he couldn't stop bleeding.

Then Xia Shu sat in the store waiting for the results, and not long after, the doctor came out with a smile on his face.

The doctor said to him: "Your cat is very healthy, but a little dirty, does it need a bath?"

Natsuki Hojo: "???"

"Doctor, are you right?" He twitched the corner of his mouth, "I accidentally bumped into it with my car, and it was lying on the ground completely motionless..."

The doctor was well-informed and said calmly, "Oh, that's why the kitty deliberately touched porcelain and wanted to go home with you."

Natsuki Hojo: "???"

He was shocked: "What?"

And this kind of operation?

He was quite speechless. After thinking about it, since he had found all of them, he planned to take the cat home to take care of it for a few days and find a good owner for it.There should be so many people willing to adopt such a good-looking Maine Coon cat.

The silver-haired cat looked at him, probably knowing that the doctor had exposed his deception, so he stopped pretending.

"Okay, you can go home with me." Xia Shu squatted down and made three chapters with the kitty, "But you have to go by yourself, I can't hold you."

The cat responded, "Mi."

Originally, he didn't have any expectations for the kitten, but as soon as Xia Shu opened his legs, it really followed suit and walked all the way back to the underground parking garage of the shopping mall.

Hojo Natsuki opened the door for it, and it voluntarily jumped into the passenger seat and got down on the ground, just about to fasten its seat belt.

"...that's too smart."

Hojo Natsuki murmured a sigh, then shifted gears, backed out of the garage.

The accident happened at this time, a car suddenly got out, drifted over precisely, and stopped right in front of him.

Hojo Natsuki stepped on the brakes immediately, but it was too late, the two cars collided with a "bang", his head almost hit the steering wheel due to inertia, and an obvious dent was made on the other side's body.

The cat was frightened, and let out a low cry, then jumped onto the center console, looked vigilantly at the silver-haired man who got off from another car, with a warning sound coming out of its throat.

The silver-haired man walked over with long legs, tapped on the car window with his fingers, and asked in a cold voice, "Can you drive?"

But Hojo Natsuki was heartbroken, lowered the window of the car, and said with a sigh: "I'm sorry...I will pay for it..."

...Wait, this person looks familiar.

The impression was so deep that he immediately remembered that this was the silver-haired man he had met on the street, and thought desperately that the fortune-teller was not lying.

The silver-haired man held a cigarette in his mouth, raised his hand to cover the fire, took a breath, and looked down at him: "How do you pay?"

His green eyes reflected the flames, they were obviously cold in color, but they were scorchingly hot.

Hojo Natsuki glanced at his car, and felt a thump in his heart. An antique Porsche...it's really not cheap, and the plan to buy a new house will be put on hold for now.

But it was too strange just now, the car rushed out suddenly, as if waiting for him to hit it.

He fell into thinking, and the silver-haired man snorted coldly, calling Xia Shu's attention back.

"Child, I'm very busy." He was impatient, "Leave a call."

Hojo Natsuki said yes obediently, and then went to touch the mobile phone in the central storage box. The cat's paw pressed against the back of his hand, as if trying to stop him.

It raised its head and grinned at the silver-haired man, wanting to bite him.

"Be good." Hojo Natsuki sighed, pinching its pads comfortingly, "Now I have to get busy."

He asked the man, "May I ask your surname?"

The silver-haired man reported a series of phone numbers, and said slowly, "Heisawa."

Hojo Natsuki dialed, and the other party glanced at the flashing number on the screen, and pressed to hang up.

"Just call me Hojo," he said.

"Oh." Kurosawa put one hand on the car window, his eyes were still locked on his face, and after a while, he asked with the corners of his lips, "Are you an adult? Child."

Xia Shu choked: "..."

It was discovered...

"Well, actually." He tried to talk nonsense solemnly, "I just grew smaller..."

"It seems not." Heize interrupted his sophistry, and said casually, "I don't want to be approached by the police, call me after tomorrow afternoon. Let's go first."

After speaking, he turned around, started the Porsche and left.

Natsuki Hojo: "..."

He glanced at the displeased cat on the co-pilot, recalled the crash just now, and was a little skeptical about life... This seems to be...?

[The little cat touches porcelain on purpose and wants to go home with you. 】

...Forget about the small one, why is there only a big one here!